Dog Sitting, or a weekend getaway?

Last week, we had the privilege of dog sitting for the original Fosters (that is, father and mother-in-law.) Of course, the week was busy busy busy, but over the weekend we felt like we were away on a mini vacation.

Saturday morning, we slept in and ate a late breakfast of eggs and toast. Then we sat out on the porch with our coffee and read deep into the afternoon. The day was warm and sunny. And considering the Foster's backyard is a garden oasis, we found ourselves on a private getaway. That is, except for this chap below:

Meet Floyd, the dog who puts springer into springer spaniel.